Team Brendon: Birds of a Feather Flock Together
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Brendon's POV

I hated guitar. It was never really any fun. There were only like, five kids in the class and all of them were stupid emo kids who just wanted to tell girls 'Check out what I can play.' What losers...

I sat in the back of the class, which wasn't really the back because there were only six chairs and how do you get a back out of that? Still, I'm sitting in the hypothetical back of the class when this kid walks in. I've seen him around school, but I didn't know him. He looks like one of the stupid emo kids, except I'm pretty sure he started the fad. His brown hair hangs in his face just like everyone of the other emos, but his actually works for him. He actually makes emo look good, which apparently is possible now.

"Hey Mrs.Roback," the skinny emo kid greets with a smile. I guess emo kids have emotion now-a-days.

"Ah, Mr.Ross!" she exclaimed and I rolled my eyes. Mrs.Roback was bat-shit crazy.

"So, whose the kid who doesn't know chords?" the Ross kid asked as he looked around the classroom. His eyes stopped on mine and I looked away quickly.

"That would be Mr.Urie." Damn... "He's the one in the red glasses." I would've liked it better if she had described me as 'Oh, he's the only one not wearing all black and eyeliner to match.'

He nodded and smiled at me. I looked away again. It's not my fault he's actually good looking and I can't help but stare at him. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him take a guitar off the wall of the class and he sat down next to me.

"Hi," he smiled politely. Okay, the emo look didn't fit him anymore. Happy people shouldn't wear all black and eyeliner, it's just not the natural balance of things.

"Hi," I kept my voice emotionless. I didn't need the happy pretend emo kid teaching me chords, even if he's good looking and kind of makes me want to drool and stare.

"I'm Ryan," he says in such a happy voice that I actually kind of want him to be depressed.

"Brendon," I mumbled.

"So, I just got put in this class to help you. What chords do you not know?"

"Well, let me think," I say sarcastically as I put my guitar face down on my lap and pretend to think it over, "All of them."

Ryan blinks, "Seriously?"

I nodded, "I don't like this class. The teacher's crazy and doesn't know shit."

I'm taken aback when he laughs. I seriously thought they were the best of friends. "Yeah, I know. She's so fucked up. Has she gone all Elton John on your ass yet? She loves to play piano and I think that's the only instrument she can play."

I stare at him for a little longer than necessary before quickly saying, "No, she hasn't played piano yet."

"Oh, it's pretty great. She ignores the entire class and just plays Queen songs all day."

I nodded, "Which chords are you going to show me?"

"I guess I have to show you all of them," he smiled, "Most kids in this class learn the chords pretty quickly, do you not like guitar? Or, you know, music?" his smile faltered a little as he asked.

"I'm not a big fan of learning guitar. I was just thrown in this class at the last minute. I do like music. I don't think there's a person on earth who doesn't like music, except maybe really old people who can't hear real well," I shrugged.

"Boys, do you mind going into the library to talk?" Mrs.Roback asked, pointing to the back room. She called it the library there was a shelf that held three books and apparently that made it qualify as a library.

"Of course," Ryan beamed at her as he got up. I let a heavy sigh and followed him.

"You know what I've always wanted to do?" I stated when we got into the 'library.'

"What?" he asked, sitting on the floor.

"Just smash this thing," I sighed as I ran my hand down the neck of the guitar.

Ryan raised an eyebrow, "You know she'd kill you. Those things are like, her children."

"Yeah, but I think I could tell her some bullshit like, I forgot to take my meds. I think she'd believe it."

He laughed, "Maybe. You know, I think I'll teach you chords tomorrow."

"Cool, now what do we do with the rest of the hour of class?"

He shrugged, "What kind of music do you like?"

"I don't know. I like a little of everything. Older music really appeals to me, but I also like newer stuff. Muse is pretty good. Counting Crows. Shit like that," I mumbled slightly as I sat on the floor next to him.

"I like those bands too. What do you think about Fall Out Boy?" he asked, a little hesitantly. Ah, emo bands.

"They're okay."

He smiled, "I'm surprised you've heard of them. Most kids don't have a clue who they are. I'm guessing you like 'Saturday' or 'Dead On Arrival?'"

"Off 'Take This To Your Grave' I really like 'The Pros and Cons Of Breathing.'"

He blinked at me, "You're the first person I've met that knows anything about Fall Out Boy."

I smiled, "Yeah, well, I like everything. I don't know that much, but I have both their records. If you can call 'Evening Out With Your Girlfriend' a record."

He laughed, "Yeah, I love that one. I kind of think they sold out a little bit with 'Take This To Your Grave."

"Seriously?"

"Pete Wentz seems like he's just into making money now-a-days," Ryan shrugged and he started to play something on his guitar.

"What are you playing?" I asked as I recognized the song.

He smirked a little, "Aerosmith."

"That's older music."

"I guess," he shrugged. He seemed a little uncomfortable. I don't know why he would be. I don't think anything I had done was really that strange.

"Are you okay?" I asked. I could never really stop myself from saying what was on my mind. That was probably why I didn't have that many friends.

"Yeah, you're just kind of...Never mind," he shook his head quickly.

Okay, this kid was a little weird. Hot, but weird.

The bell rang and I got up quickly. The hour past rather fast.

"Wait," Ryan said, getting up before I could open the door.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Yes?"

"What grade are you in?"

"11th"

"Thank god. I thought you were a freshman," he sighed and smiled brightly.

"Would that matter?" I asked, a little confused.

"Yes. It makes this a lot less awkward."

"Makes what-?" I was about to ask before he cut me off by pressing his lips against mine.

"That was strange," I gasped when he pulled away.

Ryan smiled a little shyly.

"I mean, I'm gay and you're hot, but still. Wow. Some one's straightforward," I smirked.

"Yeah, well," he shrugged, "Now you have a reason to look forward to guitar."

"Yeah, I do," I laughed, "Why'd you really do that though?"

"You like Fall Out Boy. I like guys who like the same things as me," he beamed and left the class.

I smirked a little as I followed him. Thank god for guitar class and Fall Out Boy.

***

I actually ended up getting to guitar class early. It was a complete shocker to Mrs.Roback, but it was also quite a shock to me. I usually wandered into the class ten minutes late. Mrs.Roback stared at me when I went to take my seat. There were two other kids already in the class, but as I said before it wasn't much of a class with now six kids in it.

I took a guitar off the wall and sat down at my usual seat. I pretended to tune the guitar while I was really watching the door for Ryan. I'm allowed to be a stalker, right? I mean, the kid kissed me so this should be allowed.

The bell rang when Ryan finally came into class. He talked to Mrs.Roback for a few minutes before motioning me to follow him into the 'library.' I followed without any hesitations. There was already a guitar in the room and Ryan picked it up before sitting on the floor.

"No make out session today? I could go on about Fall Out Boy if you want?" I smirked as I sat next to him.

Ryan laughed, "Maybe later. Today I have to teach you at least one chord. We'll start easy."

"Come on," I groaned, "I went online to search Fall Out Boy and everything!"

"Did you really? That's quite the dedication you've got there. I could always see if you like the other bands I do," he smirked, laying the guitar next to him.

"Alright, name them."

"Blink 182?" he challenged.

"Everyone knows them," I laughed.

"Yes, but I want you to name their albums. All of them."

I groaned, "Hold on. All albums?"

He nodded.

I took a deep breath, "Cheshire Cat, Dude Ranch, Enema of State, Take Off Your Pants and Jacket, Self-titled, The Mark, Travis, and Tom Show, and...They Came To Conquer Uranus."

His jaw dropped.

"So, about that make-out session?" I smirked.

"How the fuck did you know that?" he asked, completely shocked by my awesomeness.

"I'm just amazing. Want to ask me more?"

"Yeah, I do. Just let me think of some really far out band," he thought for a few minutes before naming a band, "What do you know about Dinosaur Jr.?"

I smiled, "I love them. They formed in 1984."

"You could've made that up," he narrowed his eyes.

"Alright then. They're from Massachusetts. They broke up in 1997, but recently got back together."

"Stop there. You're obviously a genius when it comes to bands. I'm not going to ask you anymore because I kind of feel inadequate. I didn't even know when Dinosaur Jr. formed," he shook his head sadly, but smiled at me. "I really have to teach you at least one chord today. Mrs.Roback wants to test you on it after class."

"Shit," I muttered, staring at the guitar in my hands.

"It's not that hard. I'll teach you the A chord. Do you know tabs?" Ryan asked as he picked up his guitar.

"Yeah," I nodded, "I just don't like strumming. I can do melodies and shit."

"That's good. Saves me time," he smirked, "I honestly just thought you were stupid, at first. I understand though, I had some trouble with chords at first. It's usually the other way around though. Most people can do chords and not melodies."

"More we have in common!" I exclaimed, making him laugh.

"No make out session. Today you're learning. Maybe after you figure our the A chord."

I beamed, "Alright. A chord it is!"

"Good," he put his fingers in a row on the second fret. He left the low E, A, and high E strings untouched, "Put your fingers like this."

"Like this?" I asked after I thought I had it right.

"Good. I'll teach you one more just so Mrs.Roback doesn't think you're a complete moron," he smirked and rearranged his fingers. I frowned as I examined his fingers, they weren't just on one fret this time. I followed what he had done though, two fingers on the seconds fret and one on the third. Covering the G, B, and high E strings. I strum the guitar and Ryan beamed. "Excellent."

"Sweet!"

"Now play them both one at a time."

I bit my lip and found the A chord. I strum the guitar and then tried to get to the D chord. It took me a few seconds before I got it.

"Okay, you just need to memorize those before the class is over."

"I think I've got it down. Mrs.Roback will just be happy I did something," I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, probably."

I continued to try to play the A and D chord while Ryan watched me in silence. I was so concentrated on playing the chords I didn't notice when Ryan moved so he was sitting directly in front of me. I only noticed when his lips crashed onto mine.

"God, do you like surprising me or what?" I laughed when our lips parted.

"It's fine," he smiled, "I like when you take that sudden breath."

"You're such a strange boy," I smirked, making him laugh.

"I know, but honestly the way you were just so focused..." he trailed off and shook his head.

"Aw, I turn you on. How cute," I mocked a twelve year old girls voice.

Ryan playfully glared at me, "I think it's just that musicians fall for each other."

"Bad news, Ry, I'm not much of a musician," I admitted.

"Are you kidding? You should see the way you hold that guitar. It fits you. It just looks perfect, I can't really explain it."

"No, I'm really not. I can't play any instruments, well except for those two chords you just taught me."

Ryan shrugged, "I bet you can do something music related. Besides being an expert on every band on earth."

"I was in chorus, but after the first two years I dropped it. I'm gay enough as it is, I don't need chorus on that list."

"I want to hear you sing," he ordered, grabbing the guitar out of my hands. He started playing some song. It took me a few seconds before I recognized it.

"I don't want to sing," I begged. I didn't really think I was very good and I had never really just sang by myself before. In chorus there was always at least one other person singing with me.

"Just do it. I know you know the song. You are a genius, aren't you?" Ryan smirked.

I sighed before quietly singing some of the lyrics, "I like the kids who fight against how they were brought up."

"Louder," Ryan ordered, smiling.

"So give me one good reason. Why we need to be like them," I sang a little louder and I watched as Ryan eyes widened slightly.

"Why would you quit chorus?" he asked sounding shocked. He stopped playing, which made me happy to know I didn't have to sing to him anymore.

"It wasn't that fun, plus it was just another item in my list of gayness."

"Still, you obviously have some serious talent. Do you mind if I ask you to sing something else?" Ryan asked biting his lip.

"Only if you promise me that make out session," I bargained.

Ryan let out a sigh, "Deal. I'll have to pick a harder song then," he smirked. He started playing a song and I groaned.

"God, I barely know this song. "

"Shut up and sing it. You can just sing what you know."

"I planned on. I don't think I have the right to make up lyrics."

Ryan smirked and kept playing.

I sighed before singing, "Are you nervous? Are you shaking? Save the compliments to praise compilation. We don't have to feel we fit in. We keep moving. We can leave them."

"That's good. You're voice is really versatile," he smiled as he stopped playing.

"Is that a turn on?" I asked, smiling as if it was an innocent question.

"Maybe," he hummed. He handed me the guitar, "Play the A and D chord again."

I bit my lip and quickly found the A chord. I strum the guitar and Ryan smiled. I did the same with the D chord.

"Now that you're a musician I think you're allowed that make out session," Ryan smirked.

"Seriously?" I beamed.

"Yes, because musicians like musician."

"And people who are like you are apparently a turn on," I teased him slightly.

"Kind of, but don't say it like that. I sound like an egomaniac," he laughed.

"I think liking someone like you might make you an egomaniac," I pointed out.

"Then what does that make you? Or are you fine with being an ego maniac? I mean, you must like me if you are all read to have some sort of heated make out session," he smirked. So, the boy could come up with some pretty decent comebacks.

"That is totally unfair," I gaped.

"You are just jealous because I won," he smiled, smugly.

"That's right, I am."

He leaned over and was about to kiss me when the damn bell rang. I groaned and Ryan laughed.

"You have to show Mrs.Roback those chords now," he smiled as he got up.

I sighed and got up as well, "Fine, but we should have our make out session tomorrow."

"Actually, I think I have a better idea," Ryan smirked before he pressed me against the closed door to the 'library.' I pulled him closer to me and the door handle began cutting into my back. I chose to focus more on Ryan than the door handle though, until I felt it turn. Ryan and I both fell back when the door opened. Ryan got up quickly and I stayed on the floor rubbing my head where it had hit the hard ground.

"Sorry," Ryan apologized. I smirked at how out of breath he was. It was a little obvious to what we were just doing, but Mrs.Roback didn't seem to catch on.

"Did you teach him any chords?" she asked, not even acknowledging me.

"Yeah, he knows A and D."

"Do you want me to show them to you?" I asked as Ryan helped me up.

"I think you should learn at least one more chord before you show me," she smiled, making herself look more crazy.

"Alright, I'll teach him E. Come on, Bren," Ryan grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the room. I didn't even have time to put my guitar back, so instead I stole it.

"Where exactly are we going?" I asked, a little worried about Ryan kidnapping me.

"Where do you think?" he asked as he headed to leave the school.

"Er, you're house?" I guessed.

"Exactly. I love how we think alike," Ryan smiled and kissed me before opening the doors to leave the school.


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